Todoroki

The sunlight that crept into Bakugou's room that morning, who was wrapping his arms around me. We not only took turns sleeping in rooms, but also how we slept. Feeling his chest on my back was one of the best sensations I had ever felt, I felt sheltered in his arms and that was what I most enjoyed being with him. I turned around slowly so as not to wake him up. Feeling his hair between my fingers was relaxing, and seeing how gentle it could be would always be something I wanted to keep just to myself.

Suddenly he began to growl and I was afraid I had woken him up, but he just pulled me closer to his chest, causing me to secure my arm around his back. He could feel the guttural vibrations in his throat when he woke up, it was like the purr of a kitten.

– Since when are you such an early riser? – I was rubbing my hair

– I was not sleepy. I woke you up?

– No. Surely it must be time to get up.

– If you want, we can stay here, after all it's Sunday. – Plunging my nose into his chest.

– We have an exam tomorrow; we can't spend the day in bed – kissing my hair before releasing me. Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed motivated me to take him from behind; his back was still warm. – Nothing you try will make me stay here with you. – stroking my hair while kissing his neck. – Stop. – He got rid of me with difficulty. – Go change, see you in ten minutes. – Entering the bathroom leaving me in bed.

Reluctantly complying with his request, I headed to my room to remove my pajamas. Once changed, I lay on my bed until the ten minutes were up.

– Hey, bicolor, wake up! – Bakugou was rubbing my head, and I drew him to me, taking him by the waist – Let me go! We have a lot to do today! – squeezing my cheeks, causing me to get up. He hated it when he did that, but reproaching him only made him do it more insistently. – If you don't like it, don't give me reasons to do it – he smiled at me the way he does every time he gets what he wants.

– I'm not leaving until you apologize. – I closed my eyes waiting for the only thing I knew that would make me follow him.

– Sometimes you are so childish. – Taking my face in his hands. It began with a light brush on my lips, until I increased the insistence of holding them to his. I didn't need to check with anyone else that I could just feel this happy with him. I was used to the passivity with which he kissed me, enjoying each kiss individually and even the shock of our breaths. He slowly pulled away from me and we stared at each other for a few seconds. – Let's go for breakfast – getting out of bed, while I was imitating him.

Upon arrival, he was accosted by the Bakusquad, and I was with the Dekusquad for a while. It was still funny to me how we ended up in this everyday life in which we were divided into this kind of team. After sharing / discussing for a while with Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Ashido, we headed to the library. Despite his bad temper, Bakugou was quite efficient at explaining.

We had been studying for at least four hours, when I refused to listen to the grounds of the first lawmakers for heroes in office.

– I don't want to continue. I'm hungry. – resting my head on the book

– I didn't tell you to stop – giving me a light hit with the copy I had. – I'm hungry too.

– I want soba – raising my head

– Nothing of that. It's the only shit you eat. – Getting up from the chair, taking the book and his notes

– But it's what I like. – I took my things and followed him.

– You can't keep eating that cold and tasteless soup. – I frowned at him, stopping my advance. He turned to me and, to no one's surprise, he was upset. Walked to where I was, without looking at me.

– I'll make you something to eat. – He had a hand behind his neck. My immediate response was to hug him. – Idiot, we're in the hall!

– I'm very happy – giving him a kiss on the cheek, and then release it

– Don't get used to it – he grumbled walking next to me

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– What are you going to prepare for me?

– Something much better than what you usually eat, I assure you – I don't know if it would be better, but the vegetables that sautéed smelled very good. I was sitting in one of the breakfast room chairs while I watched him cook. The apron only accentuated his waist, and I liked that view too much. I couldn't resist and had to get closer to him.

– Watching you cook makes me like you more – taking him by the waist.

– Don't distract me. – while chopping some potatoes, actually quite a few

– But I want to – my voice escaped in a whisper, and he stopped to place a kiss on my cheek

– This is not the time – and with that he indicated that I should move aside to save face. How long would we be like this?

I settled back into my seat while checking my cell phone. Now I talked more often with my mother, in addition to calls, from time to time we sent messages and that raised my spirits a lot. Thinking of how happy I was with Bakugou and how communication with my mother had improved made me feel a certain level of fear. It was as if being this happy was the prelude that something could go wrong.

– It smells delicious in here! – Sero's voice entered the scene, and that only meant it was a matter of time before the Bakusquad was complete.

– Of course, it's Bakugou who is cooking! – mentioned the one with yellow hair

– Not ready yet, you idiots!

– We'll wait for it to be, then. Isn't that right, Kiri? – Mina was being carried by the redhead, who when he saw me looked away. Now that I think about it, a long time ago I felt like he was avoiding me. I wonder if I have said or done something that bothers him. The four of them took the rest of the available chairs, Kirishima at the far end. – By the way, Todoroki, we are thinking of going out to eat or go for a walk someday, do you want to join us? – A high flare rose where Bakugou was.

– WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, PINKY?!

– Inviting him to go out with us, since you won't! Then you accept? – The offer was tempting, and maybe it would give rise to little by little we don't have to hide.

– I'll think about it – the girl jumped in celebration. It wasn't necessary to see Bakugou's face in that instant to imagine what expression he would have.

– Bakugou, don't give him so much leek this time, okay?

– Yeah, sure. ANNOY WHO IS PREPARING TO EAT! – glaring at Sero, who became defensive and then showed him a smile

He had already contemplated preparing something to eat for them as well. Whether it was to disguise, or that he really wanted to, it seemed like a nice gesture. He knew that even if he didn't show it, liked them in his own way. I guess I've learned to read him between the lines too.

– Bakugou, do you think we could train later? – The redhead finally spoke after a long time while he served what was already prepared by his friend

– I don't think so. Half–Half and I haven't finished studying yet

– But I don't want to continue – I protested

– I didn't ask you. You know that you must improve – he replied without even looking at me

– Aww, he even cares about his performance – Ashido commented

– It's as if you were part of the Bakusquad, Todoroki – Kaminari commented, swallowing a piece of pumpkin

– Todoroki what? – Uraraka was the one who spoke – You're eating with them Traitor! – with the accusatory look. And that's how the rest of the Dekusquad appeared.

– Get over it, round face! – without taking your eyes off your plate

– They only invited me to eat, Uraraka – finishing the last portion on my plate.

– It smells great. It must have been prepared by Kacchan

– OF COURSE, DAMN NERD! – Just to answer Midoriya I look at him defiantly, making the greenette boy uncomfortable

– They should clean up when they finish

– WHAT IS IT, FOUR EYES! – in response to our representative

– Enjoy your food, kero – following the other three

Since Bakugou had prepared the food, the boys offered to help clean up as we made our way to his room. However, Kirishima's unusual attitude intrigued me.

– Hey ... Don't you notice Kirishima a little strange? I mean, before he used to smile more ... – and he didn't used to look at me so strange

– I've noticed it too ... I suppose he's upset because we don't spend so much time together – he answered dryly – He'll get over it – settling on the bed, inviting me to imitate him

– If you think so – he didn't seem sure of his answer, but he didn't want to insist. – By the way – taking him by the waist – what you prepared earlier was delicious. – Giving him a long kiss on the cheek.

– Next time, you will prepare it – taking my face to kiss me. He knew perfectly what he had to do to have me in the palm of his hands, and this simple gesture was one of those ways. – We must pick up where we left off last time. – Taking the thick green to me that I thought of burning at that moment. I guess these were the consequences of being with one of the best students in the class.

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That afternoon, I found myself asleep in his room. We had been studying for two more hours until I asked for a break. Since he was not there, I decided to look for him. The bedroom was unusually quiet and I was oblivious to this tranquility. But that was just the hint of chaos. A screech he knew quite well echoed off the walls of the general area. I turned with stiff muscles in the direction of the origin, to see a boiling kettle.

My first reflex was to move my right foot and that's how half the kitchen was covered in ice. At least that annoying sound was gone.

– THE FUCK'S HAPPENING TO YOU?! – And that's how the silence vanished – Why did you do that?! – I didn't dare to answer. I was too irritated. – Melt it. – I didn't dare to look him in the eye. – MELT IT! – he insisted – I cannot remove it because if I cause an explosion, I will destroy the whole kitchen if it is not the complete bedroom, so, MELT IT – standing a short distance from me. I knew he was right, but I was uncomfortable. Remembering that sound brought back memories that I have yet to deal with. But that only upset him even more. – What happened to You?! – Taking my cheeks, squeezing them hard – That was for a tea, FOR YOU! – that made me feel guilty

– Let's go out to eat! – I pronounced between pulls, and just like that, he loosened his grip. – So, I could make up for the gesture – rubbing my sore cheeks. He remained skeptical for a few seconds

– Good. I'll wait in the entrance. – He came back to me – but fix this mess. – giving me a light blow on the forehead.

Once the kitchen returned to its normal state, I went out front to find a distracted Bakugou with his cell phone sitting on the stairs.

– We can go – keeping the same low profile. He just kept his brow furrowed. – Do you know where the others are?

– In the stupid class chat group, they announced that they went out to a fireworks festival.

– Do you want to go after dinner?

– Not. I'm fine with you. – Although he was used to his bad mood, seeing him so calm was nice.

Once we were a little further apart, I took his hand and he first hesitated, but he secured it to his, interspersing our fingers, making the two silhouettes elongated by the sunset, become one.

Despite his grin, he didn't protest when I asked for cold soba and he, a steaming hot dish. Being like this made me have a brief deja–vu from last time. Sometimes I didn't quite understand how, being so different, we ended up in this situation.

We left the restaurant shortly before eight o'clock and, to respect his sleep schedule, we decided to return to the bedrooms. On the way, he stopped to tie his shoelaces while I lost myself with the view of the city at that height.

– We can stay there for a while, if you want – the suggestion caught me off guard. I nodded taking his hand again. We approached the railings that reached almost to the edge of the slope. The lights there were much brighter, they even seemed to flicker like fireflies.

The weather was nice, but that only meant it was too cold for Bakugou, so I decided to hug him from behind. He flinched at the contact and I must admit it felt strange to make these kinds of gestures outside the safety of one of our rooms, but that didn't stop me from taking advantage of the fact that we were the only ones there. His breathing was slow, as his arms secured themselves to mine. It was nice to be in this silence, where only he and I seemed to be, however, it was not entirely calm.

– I'm sorry about the kitchen incident ... – I started – I was very impulsive

– And a moron – he added

– Yes, that too ... I'm still learning to deal with some things ...

– It doesn't matter anymore ... – turning to me – But if you do it again, it won't do the next time – taking my cheeks again

– Yes, alright! – I complained, so that then he would place his hands on my shoulders, making that look that only invited me to do one thing. I leaned forward, feeling the softness of his lips. I pulled him even closer to my body, and now it was his fingers playing with my hair. It was a possessive and liberating kiss at the same time; where he cupped my lower lip as I tried to keep up with him, smiling like a sign of victory every time I did. Only the sound of a din separated us. It was about the pyrotechnics of the festival that our colleagues mentioned.

– In the end we managed to see the fireworks – it was a beautiful sight, although I must also attribute that his company contributed to making it much more enjoyable.

– I guess. – resting his head on my shoulder. Feeling the slight shock of his breath on my neck, while we watched that scene embraced, made me think that freezing half the kitchen was not all bad.

However, I couldn't predict that that event was just the prelude to the effects that suppressed anguish would eventually show.


I like how subtle and cute are those two. I'd like to have something remotely similar ...

Fact # 31

As U.A. is on a hill, I imagined that a view at that height would be beautiful.

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